“Oh, that’s all right,” she said bravely. “I know you care, dear Doggie. That’s enough. I’ve just got to stick it like the rest.” She withdrew her hand after a little squeeze. “Bless you. Don’t worry about me. I’m contemptibly healthy. But you——?”
“Getting on splendidly. I say, Peggy, what kind of people are the Pullingers who have taken Denby Hall?”
“They’re all right, I believe. He’s something in the Government—Controller of Feeding-bottles—I don’t know. But, oh, Doggie, what an ass you were to sell the place up!”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were.”
Doggie laughed. “If you’ve come here to argue with me, I shall cry, and then you’ll be turned out neck and crop.”
Peggy looked at him shrewdly. “You seem to be going pretty strong.”
“Never stronger in my life,” lied Doggie.
“Would you like to see somebody you are very fond of?”
“Somebody I’m fond of? Uncle Edward?”